The Sergeant

"Let me f**king go ya f**king bastards" the youth was trying to shout the station down, but it was all show. He didn't have much of an audience, just me and the Sergeant, but he was game, trying to act tough.

"Bastard!" he shouted into the sergeants face before kicking at plastic chair across the room with staged aggression. We knew he wasn't going to do more than bluster and he knew we knew. Shit the Sergeant was nearly a foot and a half taller than the kid and built like a brick shit house. The kid wasn't stupid enough to do anything that would call for restraint.

Despite the fact that I was the one who'd arrested him he was ignoring me, too intent on trying to save face in front of the Sergeant. That didn't really bother me as it might have with some of the other guys in the station, for the Sergeant naturally dominated little squirts like this kid. I'd interrupted his campaign of intimidation against a pair of old ladies on the estate, but we all knew it would only be a brief interruption. His Solicitor would be here soon and he'd be off, probably to scare the women again. That was the problem with doing things by the book, particularly one written by lawyers.

"Would you mind the shop while I have a chat with our little friend here?" The Sergeant didn't wait for an answer as he led the youth into the interrogation room and closed the door behind him. I suppose I should have finished the paperwork, but by taking the kid in there alone the Sergeant had driven a truck through PACE and his solicitor would have him out in no time. Besides, I wanted to see how the Sergeant intended to scare the kid.

I wasn't exactly abandoning my post as the station was locked up and I would listen out for anyone buzzing to get in. So I wasn't exactly disobeying the sergeant when I slipped into the observation room. This job didn't have much going for it so I wasn't going to miss this one. The observation room door was slightly down the corridor from the desk so I left the door open so as not to miss the buzzer. Leaving the door ajar didn't let in too much light and anyway the 2 way mirror that was between me and the interrogation room meant they wouldn't see me watching them.

I couldn't really hear what was going on and my conscience stopped me from turning on the microphones. I suppose just watching was passive enough for my conscience, but turning the sound on was too much like snooping.

The Sergeant was standing over the kid, and whatever he was saying it seemed to hold the kids attention for he just sat there staring up at the Sergeants face. His eyes wide and his achned chin trembling. I'd like to think it was with fear, but I knew there was nothing the Sergeant could say that would scare an estate kid like this one.

The sound of the door buzzer interrupted by speculation about what the Sergeant was saying, but it looked like the Sergeant was having more effect than all the previous tongue lashings he'd got from the rest of us combined. So it was with regret that I saw his solicitor standing at the door. Now she was here the Sergeant would have to play it by the book and let the brat loose to continue his reign of terror.

But if I could delay her the Sergeant might get to finish and maybe scare the kid into behaving sensibly.

This wasn't going to be easy, but I had to try. The problem was of course that she could probably run rings around me, but only if she tried.

That was where I thought I had an advantage. She thought I was stupid, so wouldn't be surprised if I acted dumb. I fiddled around under the counter as if I was looking for something, while watching her from the corner of my eye. Yes I admit that her appearance made me jealous, for here we were at three in the morning with her decked out like little Ms perfect lawyer in her designer suite, where as I felt a right scruff with the polycotton sleeves of my shirt rolled up and my tie at an angle. Shit I was loosing this battle and we hadn't even started yet.

I did my best helpful incompetent, looking busy whilst moving as slowly as I thought I could get away with.

"Hello, I'm Amanda" She was all smiles.

"And your are?" She was really slick, and if I didn't know better I might have believed she really wanted to know who I was. But I wasn't that stupid.

"WPC Jones, how may I help you Miss Amanda?" There confirmation for her that I was nobody.

"It's Ms and I'm a Solicitor" She flashed a metallic looking business card. "And I believe you are holding my client"

She was still all smiles, but her eyes told a different story. One where this station and her client were just steps towards her destiny as a top lawyer. She clearly watched too much Ali McBeal as she even dressed like one of them. Her thin business suite clearly unsuited for a night like this, and a skirt that barely covered her ass. But maybe dressing like that made sure the young scallies called her when they were caught, making sure she got the trade in criminals which I suppose was better than the ones who gave the perps free cigs to get the work.

I fumbled around behind the counter as if I was looking for the charge book, whilst once again trying to delay her.

"This job must be quite boring, isn't it ?" She was still trying to be be friendly, but she couldn't quite keep her smugness from her voice as she spoke down to me, in all senses of the word.

"By the way, where is my client?" The game was up now. But I tried another tactic.

"Oh, he's waiting in the interview room", nodding casually towards the door behind which the Sergeant was doing his work.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you get into law?" And as a smug grin crept across her face I knew I'd bought a bit more time. She launched into a well practised monologue on how hard she'd worked, the years of study and the barriers she'd breached as a female lawyer. She was so carried away, only pausing occasionally to fiddle with her hair that she seemed oblivious to the time. She must have gone on for five minuets before she suddenly remembered she was talking to a nobody and interrupted herself.

"Doesn't that Sergeant... is it Len, work here?" When I looked a bit uncertain she continued "You must know him, a bit of a giant by all accounts, is he here?" She actually seemed interested in the answer, which really blew it. There was no avoiding it now as she'd realise she'd been had.

"Oh, he's in the interview room with the suspect." If looks could kill I'd have been a gonna, as it was she ignored me and stormed into the interview room, the door crashing closed behind her. I'd done my best so now she was the sergeants problem.

This was something I couldn't miss and when I got back into the observation room she was clearly in full flight, almost nose to nose with the Sergeant. She was either unimpressed with his size, or more likely hadn't noticed that he was sitting down. Either way she looked a picture, standing there with her chest thrust out to make the best of her insubstantial cleavage, trying to confuse him with the contrast between beauty and aggression.

The Sergeant just sat there, barely acknowledging that she was even there. Where she may have modelled herself on a fictitious anorexic lawyer, the Sergeant was the embodiment of indifferent sloth. His shirt half undone to reveal a neck that was almost as wide as her waist, and a barrel of a chest that seemed as wide as she was tall.

I'd have enjoyed the contrast more but I noticed that the kid wasn't in the room with them. No doubt the Sergeant had let him go when his Solicitor turned up so I scurried back to the desk to make sure he didn't get up to anything before he left.

Well, there was no sign of him out here, so I checked that the outer door had locked properly and made my way back to the observation room. It was clear that I'd missed something for the Solicitor wasn't talking any more. She had her back to me and was looking up into the Sergeant's broad face as he towered over her. I couldn't understand what he was saying but as I sat in one of the chairs that lined the room the Solicitor sat on the edge of the desk.

At first I thought she was just trying to get some space between them, but as I watched she lay back on the table until she was propped up by her elbows, still watching the Sergeant's face. This was getting really weird.

I really didn't know what to expect now, with her laying back, as if inviting him, and him reaching out to grasp her calves, on in each of his giant hands. She'd never met him before and here they were about to act out some sordid scene from a cheap porno flick. So much for all her cool professionalism now.

But I was wrong for as he moved towards the table he raised her legs together, until they were almost pointing at the ceiling. And as I thought that maybe he was going to take her up the ass he slipped her shoe covered toes into his mouth.

Well her I could imaging being a foot fetishist, but not the Sarg, he always seemed so down to earth. But she seemed to have what she wanted for as she rested her head back on the desk she grasped her own breasts and squeezed them. She should have looked ridiculous, but rather than laugh I couldn't help but copy her and massage my own breasts through the thin fabric of my uniform.

I was concentrating on her for the bulk of the Sergeant wasn't much of an attraction, and as I watched she undid her jacket to reveal her breasts, unencumbered by a bra. I leaned forward, almost nose to the glass and could see her nipples rigid under the soft caress of her thumbs.

It was getting hot in here as my hand briefly abandoned one of my own breasts so as to loosen my tie. I could feel the tension coiling in my loins as my breath strained in sympathy to her efforts, absorbed by her desire. I looked up from her heaving breasts and froze, unable to understand what I was seeing. I tried again, my eyes following the line of her taught abdomen to her waistband and the slip of fabric that was her micro skirt. I followed her thin nylon covered thighs up to her well formed knees, and the Sergeants lips. Her calves and shoe clad feet were somewhere inside him.

I should have felt something else, fear, anger, maybe confusion. But instead I came with a violence I'd never felt before. I was gone for a bit, and when I could focus beyond my own body I found myself looking into her face. She was gasping like a fish out of water, her pupils barely visible beneath her fluttering eyelids. Her pristine skin was flushed, and a trail of drool traced its way across her puffing cheeks. The gasping woman before me bore little resemblance to the uptight bitch that I'd spoken to earlier.

By now her thighs has followed her knees into the Sergeants distended mouth and her tiny skirt was slipping from sight. She was still massaging one breast while her other hand pushed under her waist band, just ahead of the Sergeant's mouth. And as she arched her back my ring finger found sanctuary in my own moist crevice. I wasn't thinking any more as my consciousness was run down by the Juggernaut of multiple orgasms. Every aspect of her situation stirred another rush until all that was left was a feeling of a distorted dream. The sight of the Sergeant's massive hands almost encircling her thin waist, or the way her breasts slipped into that all consuming mouth. And although I can't remember what my thoughts were as I watched her being consumed there are so many images burned into my memory. The image that I was left with was of her rapturous face disappearing behind those lips.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur as in a daze I responded to the next shift buzzing in. I don't think anyone noticed anything, but I can't remember. I suppose there was nothing else that could happen on shift when compared with what I'd seen. My every thought revolved around that woman being swallowed whole, and that fact that she seemed to enjoy it so much. So it was no surprise when I realised that I reached home without any memory of the journey.Gary, my fiancee, was still asleep when I slipped into bed, so I snuggled up against him and let morpheaus take me.

Gary had already left for work by the time I awoke, which at least meant that I had some space to sort my head out. But whenever I tried to think about what I'd seen, I got distracted. Yes I knew this was classic avoidance, but in the light of day my rational mind was unwilling to face last nights experience. At least this got me doing chores that I usually tried to avoid, in particular the groceries. As I was still feeling a bit light-headed, which I put down to lack of sleep, I was only going to get the bare essentials and head for home. At this time of day the supermarket was almost empty so I was faintly irritated when an arm reached past me to feel the fruit piled up in front of me. The arm belonged to a short Japanese woman, obviously an office worker, doing a quick shop in her lunch break. Even in her unfeasible high heel she still barely came to my shoulders and if it wasn't for her cool sexuality you might have thought she was a school girl playing hooky. But she turned what would have been a mannish shirt into a fashion item that did nothing to hide the curves of her breasts.

I thought of how the Sergeant would have swallowed her down, sucking her up like a bowl of noodles. Would she fight him, of give up her flesh willingly. When her shirt crumbled and her porcelain like skin burned away in his churning stomach, would she scream? What would she do as her bones were exposed to the corroding heat, that pretty skull and the mind it housed would feed his hunger and.... no.... I turned away, and forced my mind back to normality, and put some bananas in my basket.

Breathing slowly I regained control, and looking between the isles I could no longer see the Japanese woman. I gathered my meagre shopping and went to the till. I seemed to have found the slowest queue and tried to hold my patience. But soon my attention was drawn to the the girl at the till, and the fat woman she was serving. Her trolley was full of meat, joints of beef, rolls of pork, packet after packet of sausages, and as the girl scanned each item I could hear the big woman muttering "meat....more meat, ... more meat.." The girl also seemed to notice, peering from under her feathery fringe at the woman before her. The woman was wobbling from side to side as she watched the content of the trolley diminish, but she was clearly dissatisfied with the pile of bags on the other side.

The girl, her badge said her name was Natalie, wore a fixed smile as she shifted uncomfortably, her cheap nylon uniform crackling with each movement. "Not enough, it's not enough..." The big woman was becoming more and more agitated, staring at the now empty trolley. "That'll be £35.78" little Natalie had a soft voice that matched her timid manners, but her smile was looking a bit strained in the face of the woman's strangeness, and when the woman put a large roll of notes down she leaned forward and spoke clearly to the woman. "You've given me too much....it's only ..." But the woman interrupted, "I's not finished..." and grabbed Natalie's uniform and hauled her out of her seat, "I's need more meat!" and with that she bit the girls head off. Blood spurted from the remains of little Natalie's neck, spraying over me, filling my mouth with the sweet coppery taste of ...."Are you all right?" a calm voice cut in, a hard whinney voice. "You're next." And the image of torn girl flesh was replaced by the hard edged face of the checkout girl. I'd done it again, but this time I was ready and pretended to have been distracted. I quickly paid for my basket of produce and went out to the warm sunlight. I had to sort this out before tonight as I was on with the Sergeant again, and I still wasn't sure of what I'd seen.

I sat through a couple of hours of mind numbing day time TV, all the while trying to sort out what had happened last night, but the harder I tried the less sense it made. It had to be physically impossible for the Sergeant to have swallowed that solicitor, so what had happened? Well if it didn't happen, then I must have imagined it, but that was even more bizarre. What other weird thoughts were fluttering around my head, for there could not be anything stranger that finding a woman being eaten alive erotic? I knew I wasn't some kind of freak, but the TV just made my thoughts worse, particularly the wildlife programes. As the TV narrator described the powerful lions hunting the antelope, I pictured myself on those dry plains, being chased by the pride. The thought of them feeding on my meat sent a thrill through me, and that was disturbing. This wasn't helping. Maybe I'd be OK after a bit of a rest. I usually took a nap in the afternoon when I was working nights, so I went to bed hoping not to dream.

I pictured myself in the shopping arcade on a busy weekend, laden down with bags of clothes. My boy friend was trailing along as usual, trying to hurry me up so he could get home to watch the game. I was in my uniform, which seemed a bit odd, but Gary was as big as the Sergeant, which was really strange.

We were in the cooking section talking to 'Candy', our sales assistant, who was laid over a BBQ set. She was explaining the finer points of roasting as Gary rubbed oil onto her belly. We hadn't had breakfast yet so the smell of her roasting flesh made my stomach rumble. I tried to be polite, but Gary had torn open her blouse and bitten the nipples off both her breasts, so I tucked in and took a deep bite out of her thigh. She was a bit fatty, and I soon found grease had splashed onto my blouse.

This was a bit messy so I ducked into a changing room and stripped down to my bra and panties, leaving my uniform on a rack. Felix, our pet lion, had waited patiently for me, and once out he herded me to a rack of lacy knickers. Felix has always disapproved of my plain undies, so he thought he could persuade me to go upmarket.

I was unsure about the silk bra that he'd taken a fancy to, so he pushed me against the mirror and pulled off my bra with his teeth. My belly quivered at the feel of his stiff bristles, and as his jaws widened to take in my left breast I wrapped my arms around his great head and pressed him against me.

"Mmmmmh!" I awoke with a start and found I'd nearly smothered Gary, squeezing him against my breast. I was embarrassed at ruining his erotic wake up, but also disappointed that he couldn't even fit a whole breast into his mouth. Gary must have known something was wrong, for we didn't have our usual wake-up sex, or maybe I'd scared him. Whatever the reasons, we didn't say much, and I went to work on his silence.

A mid week night shift is either frantic or dull, and tonight it was deathly dull. Hardly any shouts, and by 2 am we had nothing at all. I needed something to stop me thinking, but I wouldn't find it in the station.

I left my fellow officers chatting in the canteen and turned into the corridor that led to the toilets, but instead of going in I carried on down to the fire exit and slipped out. I suppose I was lucky that the smokers weren't gathered out here as they were during the day, but slipping out this way meant I had to leave my cap and jacket inside. In theory we were supposed to wear the knife proof vests whenever we left the station, so I was already breaking several rules being out here dressed as I was, but that just didn't seem important anymore.

It was a relief to get out of the station, away from the noise and questioning looks of my colleagues. The stillness of the streets also seemed to calm my chaotic thoughts, for once alone my fantasies of people being swallowed quietened.

I wouldn't say I was back to normal, but as I walked the empty streets I analysed the problem. I could either struggle on without knowing what happened last night, or I could confront the source of the problem. I'm not a quitter and I was determined to get answers about what I thought I'd seen last night. I also wasn't going to let anyone make a fool of me if this was some kind of set up, so I took care to make sure I wasn't being watched as I made my way through the back alleys towards where I knew the Sergeant lived.

It wasn't long before I reached my destination, the back of a large terraced house that had long since been turned into flats. I knew the Sergeant lived in the basement flat, I think alone, so slipping through the unlocked gate at the back I went up to the darkened windows and stopped. I was about to either confirm an amazing discovery, or make a complete fool of myself. Either way I'd finally know what was going on, so trembling with anticipation I tapped gently on the darkened window and waited....and waited ... about to knock again when a light came on. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the light and when they did they revealed the massive shape of the Sergeant on the other side of the glass. Then he turned and walked away from the window.

I had an urge to flee, but if I did then I might never get the courage to come back and find the truth. So trying not to shake I waited as the back door to the flat was opened and the Sergeant gestured me in. I entered.

I closed the door behind me and followed his broad back into another room, all the while wondering whether his belly was still digesting the solicitor from last night.

This was going to be hard, but I was here now. I tried, without success to keep my voice from trembling, and asked "Last night . . . the Solicitor . . . I saw . . ." and he sat there silently, just watching me.

"I thought . . . you know . . . it's difficult to describe ..." He sat down on a large chair, and I sat on the sofa facing him, my hands gripping my knees to stop them shaking ". . . did you . . . that woman . . . where did she go?"

"What I saw couldn't happen . . . so what did I see?" I was almost crying with nerves by now, but he finally responded.

"Why do you keep talking?" he seemed some how sad as he spoke, his watery eyes holding my attention.

"You don't want words, explanations, theories. None of that matters." He held out his hand, and I have him both of mine. This felt somehow right, in a way I couldn't explain. Words really didn't matter.

"Do you really want this ?" I tried to answer, but unable to speak I could only nod my head. The feel of his fingers somehow giving me the strength to continue, and despite the sadness that took his face I felt relief that I would finally know.

He eased off his chair until he knelt before me, our hands joining us as I looked up into his ageless face, and watched a tear trickle down his broad cheek. "I'm so sorry about this" Then he had to stop talking as he raised our hands to his mouth, and placed my fingers between his lips.

I was struggling to control my trembling as my mind raced around these events. Throwing up questions that I couldn't ask, revving like an out of control engine. I suppose I'd always lived a complex mental life, always rationalising the world around me as I tried to control my life. But now my body was in charge, and my mind was a powerless passenger along for the ride. At these thoughts flickered across my mind his lips reached my wrists, and his hands took control of my elbows.

How can you describe the sensation, except to say that it involved a heady mixture of submission and raw desire. My body didn't need any rationalisation as my loins twisted with anticipation, but not for his manhood. I knew this was so much more than mere carnality. This was total submission, total usage....just total everything.

I watched as he sucked my rolled up sleeves in, and advanced up my arms, letting me watch the gaping mouth that came towards me. By now my arms were stretched above my head as I tried to keep him in sight, but when his lips approached my shoulders I gave up on sight and concentrated on touch.

I could feel the damp cloth of my sleeves, but beyond that was the comforting embrace that held my hands, by now deep within his massive body, that was the embrace that I so desired. I barely noticed the darkness close in on my vision as my shoulders entered his throat his lips forming a tight band across my breasts. This was what my fiancee had failed to deliver, for what was mere sex compared to this ultimate consumption. But in a way this was sex, for there was a storm of sensation radiating from my loins which left me breathless, and as my breasts passed within I momentarily lost track of time, missing the progress of my stomach into his mouth. I think I was standing by now, although maybe my feet were no longer on the ground. I could certainly feel his great hands each cupping a buttock as he pulled me deeper.

By now I was gasping for breath in the humid passage towards his stomach, my hair plastered across my face and my body soaked in saliva. The final gesture of my rationality was to question his swallowing me clothed, but even in this state my mind knew that this way would leave no evidence of these events.

As his lips started to suck in my legs I felt the constriction ahead give way, and I slid into the heat of his stomach on a wave of momentary pain, which was replaced with a sensation of floating. It was a relief not to be able to feel anything in his stomach, and soon the sharp pain had fled towards my toes until they too were in his stomach. With my skin already gone I couldn't really imagine my appearance anymore, unable to feel whether or not my uniform or my hair had dissolved. I was almost without sensation until my naked shoulder bones collapsed and slid across my face, rapidly followed by the rest of my limbs as they became disjointed.

I'd lasted longer than I'd expected, but as his digestive juices entered my lungs through my now digested throat I let myself slip away into oblivion, still grateful to have experienced this ultimate sensation.